Fine?

Yes, it hurt. But I'll be fine. In fact, I'll be more than fine. There is this overarching sense of freedom. It won't go away. I'm free. I keep saying it to myself. It feels so good. Half the stuff that used to stress me out has been taken away from me. Half the people who used to drive me crazy are now invisible to me. It's both wonderful and terrible.

Harrison always teases me about my bad memory. However, it's times like these that make me happy that I can forget things so easily. All the painful memories are gone. What's left? freedom. happiness. renewed well-being and self-confidence. I don't have to doubt myself. Each person makes their own choices. They chose this. I welcome it.

So long. Farewell. I just hope that you don't ever regret this. I don't.

There is, though, one person I feel bad for--the boyfriend. The rebound. I pity him. I wonder how long he'll have before he gets ditched, too? And I wonder how he would feel if he knew that he could never fill the hole that the first one left. *shakes head sadly* then again, it's not my problem anymore. I'm free. =]

Anyone else decide they don't like me anymore? Now's the time to let me know. You can get in line and I'll add your name to the list.

And now is when I laugh. A clear, happy laugh. Not my usual tired, cynical, or maniacal laughter. Truly happy laughter.

My love to all those who I keep in my heart. My humblest apologies if I ever let you feel as invisible and worthless as I have felt. My love for you will grow forever unless you kill it. Your choice.